This weekend is really giving me the existential vibe. What the ef do I mean? Well let me explain this for a second- At this point, I think the peek in life is our childhood. There’s something about being a kid… doing things out of pure enjoyment or curiosity. It seems that everything we do afterward is just an attempt to relive those moments. Ignorance is bliss, and we have knowledge. It’s a slow decay… waking up the next day, staring at the same ceiling fan I did 10 years ago, staring in the mirror… “are my teeth yellower?” That song, this flavor, that smell, this sight, that feeling… everything is “I remember” or “this reminds me of when…” But in that pool of hopelessness… there’s still a spark. Well, fuck yeah this reminds me of the past! Torn by natalie imbruglia is still a really damn good song, and yeah shaved ice still tastes amazing when you dump a s*** ton of condenced milk on it… and my mom’s omelet still has that weird “tingyness” to it, and indeed! my shirt will smell like chlorine after a good swim, the sight of my dad arriving to pick me up from being stranded many miles away from home, and yeah I smashed the living bejeezus out of a softball today, ahh memories. View high resolution

This weekend is really giving me the existential vibe. What the ef do I mean? Well let me explain this for a second-

At this point, I think the peek in life is our childhood. There’s something about being a kid… doing things out of pure enjoyment or curiosity. It seems that everything we do afterward is just an attempt to relive those moments. Ignorance is bliss, and we have knowledge. It’s a slow decay… waking up the next day, staring at the same ceiling fan I did 10 years ago, staring in the mirror… “are my teeth yellower?” That song, this flavor, that smell, this sight, that feeling… everything is “I remember” or “this reminds me of when…”

But in that pool of hopelessness… there’s still a spark. Well, fuck yeah this reminds me of the past! Torn by natalie imbruglia is still a really damn good song, and yeah shaved ice still tastes amazing when you dump a s*** ton of condenced milk on it… and my mom’s omelet still has that weird “tingyness” to it, and indeed! my shirt will smell like chlorine after a good swim, the sight of my dad arriving to pick me up from being stranded many miles away from home, and yeah I smashed the living bejeezus out of a softball today, ahh memories.